Words seem different When dawn brushes Against ceramic mugs Steaming with Warm milk And hopeful thoughts Their softened edges Whisper a story You never knew Existed A marriage beyond A wedding day That unveils A thousand phrases Gestures And nuances You’ve never held in A photo frame Words feel different When the sunrise Sprinkles vanilla…

You are the crimson in my violet The long-lost dreams hidden deep In the veins of turquoise The sunshine on On gloomy Tuesday mornings Breaking through the cold When the world stops turning And the rays of summer Remain a hundred Nautical miles away You are the flame to my marshmallow Toasting the evening under…

The sky threw a lavish Gender reveal party Baby blue and Soft pink layers Of chantilly cream Spread across a Grand sponge cake Made in a celestial Bakery Steaming saucers Of milk stood ready For a sweet delicacy Tucked behind The froth of faraway Espresso clouds The world waited And marveled at the Blue and…

There needs to be A universal Dumpster A vast, unfillable mouth Swallowing The sediment Of our days, Of our existence The gray in the hours The grease stain on a collar Of a morning that started Crisp and pressed – A promise of perfection So the illusions we Neatly fold And the hope we file…